कविता - My Soul's Expression

  Calling ‘Bala’ 'Phone', such an incredible piece of manifestation Couldn't event resist Dadi  Buying one for herself and one for her imagination At 85, lonely, no spouse, children, family or dear ones It was the ceiling fan, chair, walls and that mirror the only near ones Wait, it also includes her so called imagination People call him with different names :  Anant, Girdhari, Mukund, Murari, Shyam, Govind, Gopala But Dadi saved his name simply as :”Bala” And another phone for my Bala, my only support when I was abandoned The only one in this world on whom I am dependent Calling Bala, despite sitting in front Pick up the phone, dadi would say  - sounding very adamant Twice, thrice, now it was 4 times a day Dadi would call, but as usual, no answer to her dismay The person you are trying to reach is not available, please try again later Bala’s voice - the only wish she wanted the phone to cater Hence, Dadi continued, even after the call was not attended To share her s...

It is not another philosophy class But, how do you see this glass Half empty or half full Half way through, Other half to accomplish Well , I am thirsty, Hence, with whatever available I would rather relish. Umang contrary to his name Worried about everything Questioning the very essence of life Why, what, when, how From School to college, From College to job,  From one job to another  Then families Adding oodles of responsibilities Some fated liabilities The list seemed perpetual He was confused what is illusion,  What is actual Wandering in the woods, Halting at a lake Serene, pure, quiet. As if pleading his thoughts not to awake There he saw a small bamboo house Eager to find who stays,  Somewhere deep inside, he silently prays I hope, today life unfolds its secret  In its own profound ways At a corner, He saw an old man sitting As if silently waiting  “Come in my child,  Why does your mind chatter at a speed of an asteroid  & you look utte...